Red and Black (30 Ways: Shinichi/Ran)
Title: Red and Black
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #11-game
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: It was one of those moments where he proved just how much he loved her.
“Your move,” Shinichi grinned across the game board at Ran.
She raised a brow. “Of all the ways you could think of to spend a rainy day indoors, you picked checkers?”
“Oh?” his grin grew a little more leer-ish. “Did you have another idea?” His grin vanished when she kicked him under the table. “Ow! Okay, okay, just kidding…I don’t know-I just haven’t played checkers in a long time, and I thought it might be kind of fun.”
Ran shook her head wryly. “I suppose it’s better than listening to you babble about Sherlock Holmes until the storm lets up.” When she saw him open his mouth, she quickly added, “And don’t feel the need to start now. Really, you don’t have to.” She reached out and slid one of her red pieces onto an adjacent square. He had been a gentleman and let her choose which color she wanted; red was her favorite color, after all. Hers and his, actually.
He studied the board for a moment; he grinned. “Aha!” He reached out and selected one of the black pieces and jumped one of her red pieces, taking it from the board. “Your move, Ran.” The grin on his face proved that he knew perfectly well that he was winning by a landslide.
Ran stared at the game board for a minute, then looked up at Shinichi, and then looked up at a point behind him, over his shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she pointed and yelped. “Oh my gosh, what’s that?”
Shinichi automatically turned around in his chair, concerned, and looked around the room behind him. He frowned. “What? I don’t see anything…” It was then that he realized what had just happened, and nearly slapped himself in the forehead. But he grinned and turned back around. “I didn’t see anything.”
“Oh…it must have been a moth,” Ran said airily. “Your move.”
Now, Shinichi was a detective. He had built his reputation (and someday he hoped that would carry him into a full-fledged career-which, all things considered, seemed quite plausible) by being able to notice every little detail about anything and everything, and then letting that evidence lead his deductions down the correct path. That was how he always arrived at the right conclusions. His philosophy was simple: he trusted the evidence of his eyes, and let that evidence speak for itself.
And right now, his eyes were telling him that something was seriously amiss on the game board.
Namely, several pieces seemed to have moved to different spots on the board. Funny, but the game now seemed to be strategically in Ran’s favor, whereas a moment ago he had been winning by a landslide.
And Ran was sitting across the table from him, her eyes sparkling with false innocence. It was like she was challenging him to call her on it. She had to know that there was no possible way he could have missed the changes. She knew exactly how observant he was.
After wavering for a moment, Shinichi reached down…and slid one of the black pieces to another square without comment. “Your move,” he said in dry tone that let her know that yes, he knew what she was up to and yes, true love meant that he was letting her cheat at checkers.
Ran laughed, and he grinned. After all, it was just a game.
PS. This was inspired by a line from The Wedding Singer (the Broadway musical), in the song “I Wanna Grow Old with You.” The line is, “And when we play checkers, I’ll let you cheat.” I just thought that to be such a sweet sentiment, and it reminded me of when I was little and my dad and I would play checkers almost every night. I’m pretty sure he let me win on a regular basis.
So we’ve reached number twenty. Ten more to go! YAY! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #11-game
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: It was one of those moments where he proved just how much he loved her.
“Your move,” Shinichi grinned across the game board at Ran.
She raised a brow. “Of all the ways you could think of to spend a rainy day indoors, you picked checkers?”
“Oh?” his grin grew a little more leer-ish. “Did you have another idea?” His grin vanished when she kicked him under the table. “Ow! Okay, okay, just kidding…I don’t know-I just haven’t played checkers in a long time, and I thought it might be kind of fun.”
Ran shook her head wryly. “I suppose it’s better than listening to you babble about Sherlock Holmes until the storm lets up.” When she saw him open his mouth, she quickly added, “And don’t feel the need to start now. Really, you don’t have to.” She reached out and slid one of her red pieces onto an adjacent square. He had been a gentleman and let her choose which color she wanted; red was her favorite color, after all. Hers and his, actually.
He studied the board for a moment; he grinned. “Aha!” He reached out and selected one of the black pieces and jumped one of her red pieces, taking it from the board. “Your move, Ran.” The grin on his face proved that he knew perfectly well that he was winning by a landslide.
Ran stared at the game board for a minute, then looked up at Shinichi, and then looked up at a point behind him, over his shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she pointed and yelped. “Oh my gosh, what’s that?”
Shinichi automatically turned around in his chair, concerned, and looked around the room behind him. He frowned. “What? I don’t see anything…” It was then that he realized what had just happened, and nearly slapped himself in the forehead. But he grinned and turned back around. “I didn’t see anything.”
“Oh…it must have been a moth,” Ran said airily. “Your move.”
Now, Shinichi was a detective. He had built his reputation (and someday he hoped that would carry him into a full-fledged career-which, all things considered, seemed quite plausible) by being able to notice every little detail about anything and everything, and then letting that evidence lead his deductions down the correct path. That was how he always arrived at the right conclusions. His philosophy was simple: he trusted the evidence of his eyes, and let that evidence speak for itself.
And right now, his eyes were telling him that something was seriously amiss on the game board.
Namely, several pieces seemed to have moved to different spots on the board. Funny, but the game now seemed to be strategically in Ran’s favor, whereas a moment ago he had been winning by a landslide.
And Ran was sitting across the table from him, her eyes sparkling with false innocence. It was like she was challenging him to call her on it. She had to know that there was no possible way he could have missed the changes. She knew exactly how observant he was.
After wavering for a moment, Shinichi reached down…and slid one of the black pieces to another square without comment. “Your move,” he said in dry tone that let her know that yes, he knew what she was up to and yes, true love meant that he was letting her cheat at checkers.
Ran laughed, and he grinned. After all, it was just a game.
PS. This was inspired by a line from The Wedding Singer (the Broadway musical), in the song “I Wanna Grow Old with You.” The line is, “And when we play checkers, I’ll let you cheat.” I just thought that to be such a sweet sentiment, and it reminded me of when I was little and my dad and I would play checkers almost every night. I’m pretty sure he let me win on a regular basis.
So we’ve reached number twenty. Ten more to go! YAY! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!